The Reverie Of Poor Susan Poem by William Wordsworth

The Reverie Of Poor Susan

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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.

Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,
And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.

Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
Down which she so often has tripped with her pail;
And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's,
The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.

She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade:
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colours have all passed away from her eyes!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
sharon 09 September 2019

i nearly drop dead when i discovered that someone had been lying to for years /so darn wrong i never new their where such hurtful people in this world / no is no /

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shaorn 01 March 2018

all so long ago i stll remember this poem that was sent

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sharon 10 January 2018

i really dont but it was a person i dont know but know /

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